165: Chapter 165 3VS1

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The main entrance plaza of the Tri-Union Building.

The situation was extremely delicate.

Li Yohan's position was very tactical; he was blocking the building's entrance. The Xenomorph White Queen had no chance of escaping. In front of Li Yohan, who possessed X-ray vision, the White Queen was like a lab rat trapped in a cage.

Fu Haoran's situation was equally dire; he couldn't possibly outrun the flying Li Yohan.

The Predators, however, would never choose to flee. Hunting powerful prey was their lifelong pursuit.

At this moment, the hunters of the Yautja Clan occupied the high ground on the rooftop and surrounding buildings. The female Predator leader stood at the very edge of the Tri-Union Building's rooftop, her wrist blades extended and her shoulder cannon preheated.

Inverted triangular laser aiming dots spread across the plaza like a net.

In the bushes and shadows near the plaza, a large number of Xenomorphs crouched, ready to launch an attack at any moment.

Fu Haoran stood in the center of the plaza, holding a twin-linked plasma hand cannon. Behind him were Tychus and the Adeptus Arbites Arbiters, the residual heat from their promethium flamers not yet dissipated.

The three forces were at each other's throats.

Li Yohan, at the center of the vortex, remained indifferent. His gaze swept over the Predator elites, the Xenomorph swarm, and finally landed on Fu Haoran.

He looked at them like three dishes already plated, just waiting for him to pick up his knife and fork.

"The bosses of all three factions are here. Taking their general points will be enough for me to complete my next Superman bloodline enhancement."

Li Yohan landed on a street lamp, crossing his arms over his chest.

The next second, the crimson laser light from his eyes swept out.

The Xenomorph swarm was the first to suffer.

The laser swept from left to right, slicing eight Xenomorphs in half at the waist. Before the acid blood could even splatter, it was evaporated into a green mist by the high temperature.

The remaining Xenomorphs instantly scattered in a frenzy. The White Queen's mental fluctuations spiked sharply; it was afraid.

But it didn't choose to run, because it knew it couldn't escape.

Li Yohan sent a lunging Praetorian Xenomorph flying with a single punch.

The Xenomorph's chest was punched straight through. Its entire body flew backward, crashing into the glass curtain wall of the Tri-Union Building, and it never crawled back out.

He stepped aside to dodge a second Xenomorph's tail strike, grabbed its fan-shaped head with his right hand, and applied pressure with his fingers.

*Crack.*

The Xenomorph's skull was crushed instantly, spraying acid blood all over his hand.

He flicked his hand as if shaking off a drop of dirty water.

The area on the back of his hand where the acid had splattered turned red, looking like it had been scalded by boiling water.

He frowned, kicked off the ground, and retreated ten meters to create some distance.

Crimson laser beams shot from his eyes again, pinning three pursuing Xenomorphs to the ground.

Throughout the battle, he relied on his flight advantage to kite them, never giving the Xenomorph swarm a chance to close in and focus their fire.

"A bunch of beasts, their blood is quite hot."

The Predators made their move.

The female Predator had been waiting for the optimal hunting moment—the instant Li Yohan was entangled with the Xenomorphs and showed a vulnerability.

Now, as he had just pulled back, his attention was entirely on the Xenomorphs.

The female Predator leader's shoulder cannon fired first, a deep blue plasma bolt trailing fire as it shot toward Li Yohan.

He tilted his head and shot a laser from his eyes, precisely hitting the plasma bolt.

The two energies collided in mid-air, exploding into a massive fireball.

Before the shockwave could dissipate, fifteen Predator elites fired simultaneously.

Plasma shoulder cannons, wrist blades, and telescopic spears rained down on him from all directions.

Li Yohan didn't try to tank it.

He kicked off the ground and rocketed into the sky, dodging the concentrated fire.

The plasma bolts from the shoulder cannons chased him. He changed direction three times in quick succession, and laser beams shot from his eyes, accurately picking off the shots following him most closely.

Then he dove down, crushing the chest plate of the nearest Predator elite with a punch.

A wrist blade extended, piercing the throat of a second Predator elite.

A telescopic spear lunged from the side. He dodged it, grabbed the shaft, and yanked hard, throwing the Predator elite along with the spear through the rooftop railing.

Three minutes.

Fifteen Predator elites were dead.

Li Yohan stood at the edge of the rooftop, his dark blue combat suit splattered with the green fluorescent blood of the Predators and acid burn marks from the Xenomorphs.

A layer of skin on the back of his right hand had been burned away by acid, revealing the pink dermis underneath.

His left shoulder had been grazed by a plasma bolt; the combat suit was burned through, and blisters were forming on his skin.

He glanced down at his wounds, his frown deepening, but the smirk on his face didn't fade.

On the system panel, his general points were still ticking up frantically, and the kill logs were scrolling so fast they were a blur.

He enjoyed this feeling—watching ants struggle before him, only to be crushed one by one.

Tychus, shouldering his shotgun, lowered his voice: "Boss, we should get out of here."

"We can't run."

Fu Haoran stared at Li Yohan, who was currently slaughtering the Predator remnants on the roof. "He's locked onto me. With his speed, he'd catch up in no time."

"In a one-on-one, no one here is his match."

"Our only chance is for the three sides to join forces and eliminate this greatest threat first."

Tychus asked thoughtfully, "Then how do you plan to fight him? That monster just won't die!"

A teleportation rift opened beside Fu Haoran.

Lucifelle's voice came through from the other side of the rift, carrying her usual nonchalance: "It seems you've run into quite a bit of trouble."

An annoyed Fu Haoran was about to snap back when he saw Lucifelle toss over his force-feedback Power Armor, along with a Phase Sword.

"I'm here to deliver some things and lend you my weapon while I'm at it."

Without a word, Fu Haoran stepped into the Power Armor and gripped the Phase Sword.

Fu Haoran knew very well that no one was Li Yohan's match one-on-one; the only chance was a three-way alliance.

...

On the plaza, Li Yohan had gone into a killing frenzy.

The female Predator leader was slammed into the concrete of the rooftop by his punch. A large section of her exoskeleton armor shattered, and green blood seeped from the cracks.

He stepped on the female Predator's shoulder and gripped her helmet with his right hand, preparing to crush her head along with the helmet.

The opportunity had come.

Fu Haoran raised his twin-linked Melta Gun and pulled the trigger at Li Yohan's back.

Li Yohan felt a searing pain in his back.

He turned around and saw Fu Haoran firing at him with the twin-linked Melta Gun.

Taking another hit, Li Yohan noticed a large amount of blood seeping from his chest; his skin had actually been broken!

This discovery left Li Yohan both shocked and enraged!

"A mortal's weapon actually managed to wound me!"

Li Yohan didn't dare to be careless anymore, and the crimson beams struck again.

Fu Haoran raised his Storm Shield. The blue energy film instantly brightened to its limit, electricity dancing wildly. The shield's surface turned white from the heat of the laser, but it held.

"Let's see how long you can hold out!"

Just as Li Yohan decided to increase his output, two more melta blasts arrived.

Two executioner mechs, now equipped with twin-linked Melta Guns, strode forward.

Fu Haoran didn't bother holding back anymore and brought out all the weapons he had on hand.

However, in the next second, Li Yohan blurred and appeared in front of an executioner mech, tearing off its arm with his bare hands.

The executioner mechs, which killed Xenomorphs like chickens, were being dismantled by Li Yohan with his bare hands.

The two executioner mechs couldn't even last ten seconds.

Li Yohan looked at Fu Haoran, who was wearing Power Armor and holding a Phase Sword and Storm Shield, and smirked: "You think because you changed your skin, you can take me head-on?"

The female Predator, having recovered slightly, pushed herself up from the concrete crater, green blood constantly seeping from the cracks in her chest plate.

She looked up at Li Yohan, the red light in her helmet's visor nearly overflowing.

She didn't attack Fu Haoran.

Because the Yautja Clan's code of honor had only one rule: hunt the strongest prey.

Li Yohan had killed fifteen of her clan elites; he was already on her must-kill list.

The White Queen's Praetorian Xenomorph swarm had already climbed up the building's outer wall, their fan-shaped heads lining the rooftop edge.

The eyes on the White Queen's pale, humanoid face were fixed intently on Li Yohan.

It didn't attack Fu Haoran.

Because its instinct told it that Li Yohan was the greatest threat.

Fu Haoran stood in the center of the rooftop, his Storm Shield held out front, his Phase Sword pointing diagonally at the ground.

To his left were the White Queen and its Xenomorph swarm; to his right was the female Predator and her five remaining subordinates.

The leaders of the three forces pointed their weapons at Li Yohan at the same time.

There was no dialogue, no agreement, no silent understanding.

There was only a single shared judgment—if this monster didn't die, everyone would die.

Li Yohan looked around, the cruel smirk on his face growing wider.

In Li Yohan's eyes, these three things gathered together were no different from the Xenomorphs and Predators he had crushed on the ground. They were just three slightly larger ants.

"Interesting. A native, a Xenomorph, and a beast, all grouped together, thinking they can beat me?"

He spread his arms wide.

"Come, let me see how many seconds you ants can last."

The female Predator's shoulder cannon fired first, a blue plasma bolt trailing fire as it shot toward Li Yohan. He dodged it and retaliated with a laser blast toward her.

Fu Haoran's Storm Shield blocked the way in front of the female Predator. The laser was stopped by the blue energy film, splashing into a ring of crimson shockwaves.

The White Queen lunged from the side, its tail stinger glowing with a sickly green acid sheen as it stabbed toward the back of Li Yohan's neck.

Li Yohan turned and accurately caught the White Queen's tail stinger with his left hand.

Another Praetorian Xenomorph, seeing Li Yohan grab the White Queen's tail, used its own tail to pierce its abdomen without hesitation. Acid blood sprayed out like a high-pressure hose, hitting Li Yohan square in the face.

"Ah!"

In his pain, Li Yohan instinctively let go. The White Queen seized this golden opportunity, opened its fanged mouth, and spat a glob of concentrated green acid directly into Li Yohan's left eye.

The agonizing pain caused Li Yohan to let out a heart-wrenching scream. His left eye was instantly scorched by the acid, his vision turning a bloody red as he temporarily lost sight.

The White Queen landed, and the Xenomorph swarm swarmed over him.

Li Yohan punched the first lunging Xenomorph away, and his heat vision swept across, slicing the second and third.

But a fourth, fifth, and sixth lunged simultaneously, biting his arms, thighs, and shoulders.

Acid blood splattered onto him, burning hole after hole in his combat suit and raising blister after blister on his skin.

He tore the Xenomorphs off his body one by one and crushed them.

But the White Queen's Xenomorph army had no fear of death, throwing themselves at him wave after wave.

Li Yohan was furious. He prepared to take flight, as the enemy's numbers would be useless then.

He kicked off the ground and rocketed upward, but before he could even fly two meters, a bolt of Psychic Lightning accurately struck the back of his head.

"Aaaah!"

Li Yohan let out a piercing scream!

Tychus stood at the edge of the rooftop, psychic arcs still dancing on his fingertips. His face was pale, and a trickle of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth.

This one strike had exhausted his entire psychic reserve.

Li Yohan had just taken off, and all his attention was on Fu Haoran in front of him. He hadn't noticed the inconspicuous big guy at the edge of the roof at all, unaware that this "idiot" was actually the biggest threat to him!

Li Yohan had inherited the Superman bloodline, but he had also inherited Superman's fatal flaw—near-zero resistance to magic, psychic, and other supernatural powers.

Tychus's Psychic Lightning had hit him right in his Achilles' heel.

Li Yohan fell heavily onto the concrete rooftop.

The Predator remnants simultaneously threw out grappling hooks and alloy ropes, binding his limbs.

The Xenomorph swarm piled on, biting his arms, waist, and ankles, pinning him firmly to the ground.

Acid blood continued to sear his skin as he was buried under a pile of Xenomorphs.

Laser beams shot out from the Xenomorph pile, piercing the three Xenomorphs on top.

Li Yohan broke his left hand free and punched away the Xenomorph biting his right arm.

The grappling hooks were snapped by his raw muscular strength, and the alloy ropes burst one after another.

"Get off me!"

With a roar, Li Yohan broke free of the ropes and threw off the Xenomorphs on his body.

Li Yohan had regained his freedom.

However, as he stood up, Li Yohan saw someone charging toward him, holding a longsword that shimmered with a faint blue, cold light.

"You're asking for death!"

Li Yohan, who had originally intended to pull back and regroup, instantly changed his mind.

He would crush this native's throat with his own hands to let these ants know that in the face of absolute power, any schemes or tricks were a joke.

He completely ignored the blade stabbing toward him.

"Fool, I've inherited Superman's Man of Steel body. Even if I've only inherited 30% of his physical strength, it's not something a broken sword can..."

Before he could finish his sentence, an intense pain exploded in his chest.

The Phase Sword shifted into its warp-space state, ignoring his enhanced physical body and combat suit, and sank deep into his chest like cutting through butter, the blade emerging from his back.

There was no resistance at all.

It was like cutting through air.

Li Yohan looked down at the blade buried in his chest, his expression shifting from rage to bewilderment, and from bewilderment to extreme terror.

For the first time in this dungeon, he had encountered something that could truly kill him.

Fu Haoran didn't give him any chance to react. He slammed his Storm Shield into Li Yohan's face, pulled out the Phase Sword, and with a backhand strike, slashed open Li Yohan's right eye socket.

The pain made Li Yohan scream in agony. He no longer dared to be dismissive and punched Fu Haoran's Storm Shield with all his might, the terrifying force sending Fu Haoran flying back over a dozen meters.

Clutching his bleeding right eye and the fatal chest wound, he no longer had his previous arrogance; his eyes held only the fear of death.

He was afraid.

The sword in this native's hand really could kill him.

"I'll remember you!"

Li Yohan gritted his teeth and activated an emergency extraction item from the God Space. A white light enveloped his body.

Under everyone's gaze, he activated his life-saving trump card.

Fu Haoran's mood wasn't so light: "This time we only managed to heavily wound him by relying on his carelessness and a three-way alliance. Next time we meet him, he'll only be harder to deal with."

Despite his worries, Fu Haoran knew it was unlikely he'd encounter Li Yohan again in the short term.

Tychus slumped at the edge of the rooftop, blood still seeping from his mouth.

Two Judicial Police Officers helped him down as he continued to grumble: "Next time there's a job like this, I'm not doing it..."

The female Predator pushed herself up from the ground, green blood still seeping from the cracks in her chest plate.

She didn't look at the retreating White Queen but instead walked over to Fu Haoran.

She removed her helmet, revealing a face covered in battle scars. She raised her wrist toward Fu Haoran and, using the Yautja Clan's most ancient etiquette, lightly touched the tip of her wrist blade to Fu Haoran's Storm Shield.

This was a Predator hunter's highest recognition of an alien warrior who had fought alongside them.

Then, she unclipped the plasma machete from her waist and tossed it to Fu Haoran.

This blade was her personal hunting weapon. Its edge was plated with interstellar alloy, capable of easily slicing through a Predator's exoskeleton armor. Passed down through generations in the clan, it represented supreme honor.

She then thumped her chest at Fu Haoran, turned, and led her five remaining clan elites onto the cloaked ship that had come to pick them up.

The White Queen's Xenomorph swarm began to retreat.

One by one, they crawled back into the underground pipe network through the cracks in the outer wall.

The White Queen was the last to leave. It climbed onto the edge of the roof, turned its pale humanoid face, and its compound eyes lingered on Fu Haoran for a second. It let out a low hiss—not of hostility, but a declaration that the ceasefire had ended.

Then it turned and crawled into the crack, disappearing into the darkness.

"Boss, we're just letting it go? That's a Xenomorph!"

Tychus couldn't help but remind him, as the people of the Warhammer World were extremely hostile toward xenos.

Or rather, the Imperium of Man loathed all non-human aliens.

Fu Haoran looked down at the auspex on his wrist. The red dot on the screen was moving at a steady pace toward the depths beneath Capitol Hill. A cold smile played on his lips.

"Letting it go isn't out of kindness; it's to settle things once and for all."